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|Sun, 06-15-2014 - 2:03am|
But not really adventures. A friend of mine texted and asked if I wanted to meet her, her husband, and another couple out. Since it was OUT where there'd be other people, I said sure. I cut my workout short, showered, got ready, and was getting ready to head out when I got the text- change of plans- they were just going to go home and drink. Uhm, no. Not gonna be a fifth wheel with no one else to talk to. But I was already dressed, so I went out alone. Everyone else was busy. Cute boy from Thursday wasn't there, but the 55 year old was. He kept bragging about "retiring from marriage", trash-talking his ex, and sliding in how much money he made. Awesome. Right in front of him, the bartender tells me another guy wanted to buy me a drink. I said sure and asked her to point him out. She gestured in a general direction. I wasn't entirely sure who the guy was, and he couldn't really come over with Mr. Retired monopolizing me. Finally, I see the older guy is leaving. Woohoo. As is the guy who bought me a drink (I think). I feel bad. I couldn't get over that way to even make eye contact or figure out for sure if it's the guy I think it is. I was on my phone most of the time the older guy was talking to me. I even turned my back to him. At one point, when I was talking to him, he interrupted me (for about the fourth time) and I told him to shut up so I could finish my sentence. He. Kept. Talking!!! If I could have escaped to another spot, I would have! Still far more fun than hanging out with two couples who have essentially never been single.